Writer's Block
"Alonzo! Alonzo, open this door you hot-headed, thick blooded moron!" The banging on the door was almost too much for the brooding writer to handle, but added to it was Bomba's shrill and demanding voice. Ex-girlfriends were definitely something he needed to avoid. The white and black tom considered leaving her on the doorstep, but decided it unwise when he heard the tapping of one heeled foot. She'd be wearing stilettos.
"Alright, alright, alright…" He muttered stalking to the door and whipping it wide open. His half-black, half-white tail slashed around behind his muscular calves, but Alonzo's icy blue eyes were focused on the typically gorgeous face standing at his doorway.
Anyone who described Bombalurina as 'ordinary' was completely out of their mind. She was any tom's fantasy; all lush curves, pouty and soft mouth, expressive amber eyes that could flash either with flirtation or with anger. Said face was painted up with light jewel toned green on her eyes and slick red over her lips. Long lashes lowered on high cheekbones and Bomba fluffed her amazing mass of red, blond, black and gold hair.
"You know, a girl could get tired waiting for you, handsome." She purred, winking at Alonzo. Making a non-descript sound in the back of his throat, but the writer stepped out of the scarlet queen's way. Looking around Alonzo's apartment, the pert little nose wrinkled.
"Where's the body and why is it in your apartment?" She muttered, clicking across the dark hardwood in her tight emerald-hued dress and black stiletto heels. Her tail curled invitingly around her ankles when she came to a stop at the large windows. Turning back to Alonzo, Bomba felt a flash of pride when she noticed he was looking her over.
"Never can go back, can ya Lonz?" Rolling his eyes, Alonzo turned to the fridge and pulled out a beer.
"What do you want, Bomba? You're not my mother…" Taking a swig of his beer, the black and white tom hid a smile when the scarlet queen bristled. "And you're not my agent. What gives?"
Bomba gave a little snarl, turning back to the window with her arms folded across her chest. If she'd been turned around, she'd have noticed Alonzo's lips curl up and him lean carelessly against the granite counter.
"I need your help for something." The scarlet queen said in a tight voice. It was the only way Alonzo could tell that she was fighting with pride. Bombalurina never asked for help from anyone; not even her own sisters. She turned on a heel and regarded Alonzo down her straight nose.
"One of my friends from high school is back in town for good. She's a writer struggling to find her feet and I was thinking maybe you…" Alonzo cut her off.
"No. I am not taking on another one of your fledgling writer friends. I've had to deal with them too much." The black and white tom nearly shuddered at the memory of Bomba's last attempt to 'help' one of her writer friends. The kid hadn't even known how to put together a proper sentence; let alone come up with a decent idea for a book. Having seen this reaction coming, Bombalurina pulled a small stack of paper and clicked over to Alonzo.
"Read it, and weep." Raising an eyebrow skeptically, Alonzo's blue eyes lowered to the words on the page. Within seconds, Alonzo was leafing through it with his orange highlighter and red pen. Not many marks were made, but he did scribble a few notes down on the sides. His ex-girlfriend stood over his shoulder and read as he went; a smug smile pulling up her lips and her long nails tapping against her arm. Finally, Alonzo turned and held out the small manuscript. He seemed impressed and just a little taken aback.
"Your friend's good. Bring him back here for a little meeting tomorrow at three." Another smile slid across Bomba's face and Alonzo frowned. "What?"
"Just so you know it's one of my girlfriends. Her name's Demeter; she'll be here at three. Ta-ta!" Bomba blew a kiss at the shocked tom and sauntered out the door. Demeter. Alonzo had lusted after her all of his high school career until he graduated and left for university. Bomba knew that, damn her. She was trying to set him up.
Msterope: Oh dear, oh dear! I'm so neglectful… sighs Sorry for not having ANYTHING to speak of up lately. Been very busy with school and such. I will be updating my other stories soon!!